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Joy led the van-her painted vest,
Flowing to th' obsequious wind,
And eager tripp'd behind.
Gay she stepp'd, till busy Fear
“ How many an evil may befall!”
Aghast awhile she heard the ruthful song, Then faster seiz'd the robe, and hastier danc'd along.
Close Love follow'd in the train,
'Twixt Pride and lust of Grandeur led,
And seize the visionary prize :
Pale as the waning moon,
With tear-stain’d cheek and stupid gaze, Withering before life's sunny noon,
Grief crept along in sad amaze,
By many a stroke to keenest misery brought,
As the rous'd Tiger gaunt and fell
Kindles into cruel rage,
Thus Anger past th’ideal stage,
Too fierce for wounds or groans to feel, Onward she sprung, and shook the bloody steel.
While far behind, with silent pace and slow,
Patient the distant hour to wait,
Secret long her wrath she'd keep,
To Malice link'd, as near allied,
Envy march'd with baneful lour;
Upheld by Falshood's feeble power.
“No more!—no more !” the holy Seer exclaim’d,
“ Passions ild, unbroke, untam'd,
“ Must sure the human heart o'erthrow, “ And plunge in all the energy of woe.
“Grant then the boon, all-gracious Heav'ng
“ Let reason ever take the helm ;
“ Lest, by unheeded whirlwinds driv'n, “ The pinnace frail some gust may overwhelm!
“ Hang out the friendly lamp, that clear « From Error's perils she may safely steer ; « Till death shall bid each trial cease, “ And moor the shatter'd bark in peace!”
BY JOSEPH WARTON, D.D.
Farewell thou dimpled cherub Joy,
“ Haste, with thy poison’d dagger, haste, “ To pierce this sorrow-laden breast; “ Or lead me at the dead of night, “ To some sea-beat mountain's height, “ Whence with headlong haste I'll leap “ To the dark bosom of the deep;
“ Or shew me far from human eye,
'Twas thus, with weight of woes opprest, I sought to ease my bruised breast : When straight more gloomy grew the shade, And lo! a tall majestic maid ! Her limbs, not delicately fair, Robust, and of a martial air; She bore of steel a polish'd shield, Where highly-sculptur'd I beheld Th’ Athenian martyr smiling stand, The baleful goblet in his hand; Sparkled her eyes with lively flame, And Patience was the seraph's name; Sternly she look'd, and stern began“ Thy sorrows cease, complaining man, “ Rouse thy weak soul, appease thy moan, “ Soon are the clouds of sadness gone; - Tho' now in Grief's dark groves you walk, “ Where grisly fiends around you stalk, “ Beyond a blissful city lies, “ Far from whose gates each anguish flies: “ Take thou this shield, which once of yore “ Ulysses and Alcides wore, “ And which in later days í gave “ To Regulus and Raleigh brave;